Equestrian Chronicles: The Sparkle Experiment

She ran at me, screaming, knife in hoof. She was ready to end my life, exactly how my wife’s life was ended. By the blade of a knife. I dodged, still bleeding from the nose. She attempted to swing at me again, and made a cut in my side. I screamed, tearing at the eyes as my blood poured out onto the floor. Rainbow Dash got up and attempted to hold Fluttershy back, but that ended up with her stabbing her hoof. Rainbow cried as her hoof bled profusely down her leg. She took a slash at me again, but I managed to stumble into the kitchen. I knew it was somewhere.

Her knife smashed through the kitchen cupboards as I tried to crawl through the kitchen whilst avoiding her. Where was it? I remembered. It was behind the washing machine. I got up on all fours, not caring about the pain, and charged into the laundry room. She took a swing, making a small cut on my flank. It stung like hell. I scrambled into the room, and tugged the washing machine. There it was, my trusty revolver. I grabbed it, and attempted to load it when she almost slashed my throat. I collapsed, bleeding on the ground from the side of my neck. I fumbled around with the bullets. It was loaded. One bullet was enough. As she was about to stab my chest, I pointed the gun at her head.

I pulled the trigger.

A loud bang shook the house as blood, brains and other gore splattered around my house, and even on myself. I was so shocked by the ringing in my ears that I couldn’t even hear the knife drop to the ground. My laundry room looked like a slaughterhouse. I had shot her. A seemingly innocent mare. My window even slightly cracked from the shock. I finally looked into the living room. Everyone was screaming. Rarity wasn’t crying, but tears were streaming down her face. I pushed the remains of Fluttershy off me and got up. I finally gained my bearings. The house was a mess, but there was something worse.

I heard commotion outside.

No one had come to check the house. It had been three hours since I blowed Fluttershy’s brains out in my laundry room. Everyone was silent. Even I was. I was thinking of what to do. What were the police going to say about this? I heard a knock at the door, followed by “Police! Open up!”

I looked around the house, to see if there was anything I could use. Then I looked down at my hooves. I was wearing leather gloves. Thank god for my sense of style. I opened the door, making a half-fake expression of shock. The police were clearly suspicious of the blood covering myself, and proceeded to yell at me to put my hands up. Then they recognised me.

“Tango Facade? What’s happened here? Ponies are saying they heard gunshots.”

I made up the best lie I could. “It-it’s horrible. I-I was simply interviewing these ponies when suddenly one of them pulled out a revolver and s-sh-shot themselves. I tried to get them to stop, but they wouldn’t listen.” The police entered my home, passing the others, and almost threw up at the sight. Luckily, they weren’t as smart as me, and since ponies didn’t have fingerprints like dragons or other beings, they didn’t have enough proof to arrest me. “Alright, we’ll need you to leave the premises. All of you.” Then we proceeded to leave.

That’s when I remembered I left the whiteboard in there.

I charged back as fast as possible, and snuck inside. They were still looking at the body. I took the eraser for the board and wiped away the evidence. The two cops came back round to see me in the house.

“What are you doing back here, Tango?”

“I-I needed to tell you something important. She also tried to... attack us. I’ve got a cut in my side. Should probably go now.” And then I left, catching up with the group. Making that excuse reminded me of my injuries, and Rainbow Dash was still covering her hoof, tear marks streaming down her face.

We reached Sweet Apple Acres. No one was home but Big Mac.

“What are you doing? We can’t let him know!” I whispered to Applejack.

“We’re gonna have to. You’re injured and so is Dash. Besides, he’s very quite.”

Applejack approached Big Mac and explained the entire situation to him, whilst Shining Armour and Rarity helped me and Dash with patching ourselves up. Looking over to Big Mac, I noticed he seemed... unphased. He walked over to me, slowly. I thought I was about to get into some more action, when he said to me, in a very angry voice,

“I knew those bitches were doing this the entire time.”

“What? How could you possibly know?” I asked. I don’t think it’s normal for a member of the public to know about why the ESF were up to behind the scenes.

“I was part of EXP#209. I didn’t even know it was an experiment on Twilight and her parents. I don’t know much about it. I had to erase most of my memory with some... strange device. I didn’t want to, but I needed to keep my family safe. I will help you with this. You get that? Because... because...”

Applejack even looked confused. Same as I.

“Because... what?” Applejack asked.

“Because... they took my life. They took it many years ago. You’re probably wondering how I’m still here. I can tell you that I am. I’m not a ghost. Ghosts and ghouls and that other bullcrap, they ain’t real. But the ESF have found ways to revive people. They revived me, raised me as a part of their disgusting organisation. I escaped. Erased most of my memory, forgot about the rest. I don’t remember my past life. All I remember is that I was part of the Apple family before I died. That’s why they were completely unphased when I came back.”

I looked at him, completely shocked. That’s when he got even closer, and said something that would completely change my perspective on the situation.

“I wouldn’t hurt a fly, but I would hurt a member of the ESF.”

This was getting crazier as the days went on.